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Win Or Lose
182
Hip-Hop
Win Or Lose was released on November 28, 2025 by Motif Records as a part of the album ANOMY
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AlbumANOMY
Release DateNovember 28, 2025
LabelMotif Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stogie T
Stogie T
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eugene Boger
Eugene Boger
Composer
Boitumelo Molekane
Boitumelo Molekane
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eugene Boger
Eugene Boger
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Before the four course meals in the Four Seasons
It was four stripes on the kicks those not Adidas
Draw my source from Da Vinci's Mona Lisa
I'm from the floor board eyesore, a masterpiece
No laws could govern me
It was all fuck police
Doors closed but luckily
The poor boy got to reading
Tolstoy's War and Peace
Fall off the tongue and speech
Patience, time
A strong warrior's core beliefs
I'm Malcolm Hajj Malik, get it by any means
The crème de la crème
When they couldn't smell the java beans
We lived on rice and beans
I'm spitting like I'm Beans
Couldn't fit my type jeans
Momma did right by me
Even the times she ain't always believe
Was on the ropes with Angelo Dundee
50 and 0, not me
It ain't always Mayweather
Money floored my team
It's how you rose and get better
Rocky's chin
I'm Don, I'm king
I don't give the opps a win
On mics I cuss them out though
Lend an ear
We land in Lears
It's family here
Keep my head on the bag like camping gear
She want Sandton gear
I'm like Santa dear
Three hoes on the pole
Notwithstanding there's
Nagging fears developed an adage here
Win some, lose some, it's how you manage it, so
[Chorus]
Ah
I took myself out the mud
Blood
Is what it took
Pain
[Verse 2]
Aye, look
There's no joy the world can give
It can't take away
Every slice of cake you cut, you risking razor blades
The sun makes your day
Or you go up in flames
Dumbs ones snub the great
Stars Wars, pop the Ace
So fly we could skywalk out in space
Feel out of place when the pom poms turn to hate
Coke battle body shape
Low crotch off the waist
Faux pas, mommy naked
Make a Saudi hate it
Before the chokers by Cartier
Was nothing gravy
A little chicken, a little bread, a lot of gravy
Our vision may be contaminated, we washed in basins
Cold water, no showers, acclimated
Soaked in all that's so shallow, fascinated
Hope is all one got at the bottom, I'ma make it
Lie to yourself nine times out of ten
If the water shallow, it don't help to be Michael Phelps
Until then rock the fake Donatella's
And the Polo leathers
Hope it keep you out the stormy weather
Wasn't raised by Cinderella
Only prince she claimed was on berettas
These ladies out here fuck with you if you fed 'em
By 30, love could serve like Roger Federer
Them double cups gave **** unforced errors
You win some and maybe you hold the L up, T
[Chorus]
Ah
I took myself out the mud
Blood
Is what it took
Pain
And it don't stop, till I'm still
But I'm still here
Looking down on me like I'm six feet
I'm six figures deep
Sleep walking through my dream
Now those dream pay me to sleep
Tell me, do you see?
Written by: Boitumelo Molekane, Eugene Boger
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